hannahisdead:

I was a complete accident.
My real father did not want me.
My ‘father’ adopted me, after my parents married. My mother married him because he said he would help with me.
He didn’t.
My mother worked on the river for 28 years. She has worked harder then most of the people you know combined.
I only saw her once a week for the first 14 years of my life.
My father stole from us. Is a pill addict. Is a system abusing cripple. he is the reason for many of my scars. physical and mental.
They divorced when I was 5. We lived in a town house next to him.
My mother and I moved when I was 13.
I never had friends growing up. I still dont.
Almost everyone I was friends with has cheated me, used me, or abused me.
A good majority are unrealible.
I have a love/hate relationship with “the scene”
My mother can barely walk anymore.
I take care of her.
I’ve taken care of myself since I was 5.
I’ve been in too many abusive realtionships.
I was addicted to my perscription painkiller/anti-anxiety pills for two years.
I quit last august.
My life was ruined. I am picking up the peices.
I have dropped a slushie on Nikki Sixx.
I have met almost every band I have seen live.
I hate pseudo-realtionships more then I hated my abusive ones.
I get headaches a lot.
I love someone who will never love me back. I have come to terms with this.
Im a bit insane.
I like telling stories.
and the best moment of my life was in the back of a shitty club, while i had internal bruise, and was high as a kite.